Eve
The bed was cold beside me when I woke up. That's something I'd struggle to get used to. Not having a job meant I was just so much more cognisant of how little time Scott and I spent together. I understand he had to work to support us but sometimes when he was gone I'd feel this big empty pit in my gut. This morning though I was feeling needy and unsatisfied from what he did to me, not letting me get off, then teasing me the way he did. I was all mixed up. I needed to distract myself, desperately.
I sat up in bed when in the corner of my eye I saw a piece of paper in my nightstand. I picked it up to see it scrawled in Scott's handwriting. He wrote it before he went to work. I felt so warm at the gesture.
Sweetheart,
You were asleep when I left this morning and I didn't want to wake you. Don't think I forgot your spanking. I'll be home to spank you soon enough. Get something productive done, like a hobby, and be a good girl.
Love,
Scott
I groaned as I read it. It was sweet in a way but I forgot about the spankings. This would be my second one and then my third one would be tomorrow.
The other problem was trying to do one of these so-called hobbies.
I got out of bed and went into the kitchen and made coffee before I started thinking about what to make Scott for dinner and cleaning the house. Then a thought sort of sprung to my mind. What if I started a blog? I had interests rather than hobbies. The things I liked weren't really hobbies or I couldn't really participate in. Like fashion, books, movies and so forth. I could also blog about trying different hobbies. Most of all, I just needed an outlet.
If I started a blog, it would take up some time during my day, I'd be able to use my mind when I don't use it that much any more. I could also eventually monetise it if I really wanted to or if I became successful that is. With the thought that in my mind I got to work.
***
I heard the front door click shut. I knew Scott was home. I had thought about making dinner but I realised I was a bit irate about him wanking right into my face. I felt blue balled and in turn if he wanted to play that game so could I.
Instead I ordered pizza, which he would probably not notice was a slight. I ordered it from this expensive place and I wondered if he would notice it on his credit card statement. The thought made me smile on the inside.
Scott walked up to me from the front door and sat down. He had a paper bag in one hand.
"What're you doing?" he asked, before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.
"I'm watching TV, pizza is coming," I replied.
"I bought you something," Scott then said. I raised a brow at him and paused my show before turning to face him.
"A present?" I asked with wide eyes. Maybe I could forgive him for what he did.
Scott chuckled and handed me the bag, I reached inside to pull out a plastic packet that had five butt plugs lined up in size order.
"What is this?" I gawked.
"Your anal training kit," Scott told me.
"I never agreed to anal," I shrieked.
"You don't need to agree right now, you just need to agree to the smallest size. We will see where we go from there," Scott told me.
I was feeling defiant already and this was making it so much worse. Instead of telling him to go fuck himself I rolled my eyes and dropped it back into the bag.
"I thought I was going to get a real gift," I pouted.
Scott looked confused then. But, since last night I was all topsy-turvy. My emotions were at an all time high and I was struggling to control myself as I usually would be able to.
"You never wanted me to buy you presents before, or at least, you didn't care when I didn't," Scott frowned.
"I had money before, I could buy myself whatever I wanted whenever I wanted," I said.
He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want, you just need to ask."
That wasn't the point but I was in no mood to have another argument. I just turned my show back on and ignored him. Soon, the pizza came, we ate and discussed Scott's day. Once I had done the dishes and sat back down on the couch Scott grabbed me and started pulling me over his lap. I realised what was happening but I wasn't feeling reasonable.
"Let go," I shrieked. I kicked and squirmed over his lap until he let go and in my jerking movements I fell to the ground. I looked up at him with a scowl.
"You need to take your beating, Eve, this was part of the deal."
"You know what, fuck you and your deal," I snapped, standing up. I started walking backward toward the staircase. "I think I'll go make myself come five times, no, ten," I said.
"Excuse me?" Scott's dominant tone almost cut through but I was livid. I ran across the house, up the stairs, and into our room. I jammed the door shut and turned my vibrator on.
"Eve," Scott snapped, slamming on my door.
"I can't hear you, dick, I'm too busy coming," I yelled.
I leaned back, pressing the vibrator to my clit. This time I really was ignoring him. I was going to come and I was going to enjoy it. I let my mind wander as the sensations from the vibrator went through my pussy and into my body. I was halfway to coming when Scott slammed into the door, un-wedging it, and coming inside.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I looked up at his shocked, angry face and almost hid under the covers. Instead I pushed the vibrator in a circular motion making me moan. Scott closed the distance between us and grabbed the vibrator from me, switching it off, and throwing it aside. I started to roll but then he was on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.
"What's going on, Eve?" he growled my name out.
"You, you, I'm pissed at you," I yelled back. "Get off me, I need to come."
"Don't you remember what happened last time I thought you were disrespecting me?" he said in a low tone. I frowned.
"You get to have everything you want it seems and I just have to take it. It's not fair. I lost my job and now I've lost my whole life," I cried. Scott's eyes widened and he let go of me, rolling off me. I sat up in bed, in only a tank top and nothing else. He sat beside me, staring, completely silent.
My head spun at his silence. He didn't have a goddamn thing to say to me. I shrunk in on myself, pulling my knees up to my chest. Scott continued to stay silent.
"What're you doing here? Go out there and wank while I take care of myself and tomorrow I'll start looking for a new job," I cried.
"Is that what this is about?"
"You left me like that while you came to another woman. Then when you were done we went to bed like nothing happened. You didn't even make sure I came... Then I was here all day trying to figure out how to fill my time. I clearly can't rely on you for my happiness. I need a job and we need to end this and that is that."
I felt Scott's hands around my body and I started to fight against him but he just pulled me harder. I slammed into his chest. Tears started flowing. He held me, his legs around me.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I went too far with that. Please forgive me."
He softened me with those few words and I hated myself for it. I felt so pathetic. I turned, looking up at him through wet lashes.
"I accept your apology but clearly this isn't working," I said.
"I went too far. We shouldn't end this over one little mistake. Are you really that miserable submitting to me?" He raised a brow.
"I don't know. I just don't think I am made to be submissive. I think you're dominant and I'm... I don't know, I'm just me," I grumbled. I laid my head against his chest as I thought about it. Then tears hit me all over again. "Maybe you should find someone that actually satisfies you."
A frustrated groan escaped Scott. He turned me on the bed so I was facing him now. He grabbed my chin and tilted me so I was staring right into his eyes. "You're my wife Evie, I only want you. I was just trying to punish you by leaving you unfinished. I wasn't trying to hurt you."
"Well you did."
"And I'm sorry."
We stared at each other for a few long moments. Scott was a man of few words at the best of times but now he opened his mouth to speak first.
"If I ever go too far I need you to tell me. I can't have you festering away like this. In life and when we're playing. If you said something yesterday in all seriousness I would have taken care of you and I would have apologised. It will never happen again the way it did. But you need to speak and communicate with me," he said.
My anger dissipated. Especially with the way he was holding me.
"I do forgive you. You're right I should have said something..."
"And you do not throw tantrums like this, do you understand me young lady?"
The anger in his voice had me feeling small, submissive. My head was spinning, my cheeks hot, I looked down between us.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said. Relief flooded me in an odd way as I submitted to him again. It was a weird feeling because I really was convinced that we should just go back to being husband and wife.
Scott ran his hands through my hair and then pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"And I'm sorry too sweetheart. I forgive you."
Scott kissed me again and then our lips found one anothers. He pulled my shirt off and I helped him out of his. Soon we were down to nothing sitting in front of each other still. Scott laid down, his hard cock up and at attention. He wanted me to ride him. I hadn't really done that since we started this. I crawled over and got up before lowering myself onto his cock. Scott groaned and took me by the hips. I bounced on his cock, slow and steady. I didn't feel like a hard fast fuck in this moment.
I ground down on Scott, letting the pleasure flow through my body and taking some control back. I think he understood that I couldn't be completely powerless. I wasn't that sort of submissive, I was different. It was making me feel like we shouldn't do this but Scott seemed pretty adamant that he didn't want to let go of me as his sub.
Soon, I picked up my pace. Scott's hands squeezed my hips as he started thrusting up into me from below. I groaned. Pleasure burst through me. I was so riled up.
"I do love you," Scott said. My orgasm slammed through me and tears pricked my eyes all at once. It was a completely emotional experience. The orgasm took over my whole body in a way I just wasn't used to. Scott rolled us over so he was fucking me from above now and I was laying down. He reached down, playing with my clit, fucking me into my second orgasm. I gripped the sheets beside me, white knuckling, until I was almost screaming. My moans were nonstop.
Scott reached down, kissing my neck, jaw, up to my cheek, then my lips. We were wrapped up in one another. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. He crashed into me over and over again until I came a third time. We were a cacophony of moans, sweet nothings, grunts, and curses. We were completely entangled and one and I felt like I was falling in love with my husband all over again. Scott grunt while deep inside me and then stilled. I let my legs fall but he kept himself buried in me. I sighed as he kissed and nibbled on my shoulder.
"Now what?" I squeaked after a while of that.
Scott pushed into me again before pulling out of me. He rolled to my side, facing me. I rolled onto my side so I could look right at Scott.
